Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III) - Sex Stories

Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part III)

... reluctantly followed his sexy neighbour’s lead. He shuffled his feet and twisted his hands nervously. “C’mon it’s easy. Not real dancing. Just hold me and let me lead.” Veronica’s pale blue eyes were soft and tranquil. Her unruffled assurances steadied the man-boy. They were standing close to each other. The soft song was filling the room. Ronstadt’s high sweet voice and the steel string guitar chords melded nicely. Ronnie took the hesitant unsure boy in her arms. Rob felt a hushed, breathless, almost serene intimacy as she wrapped her arms around his torso. The flirtatious wife cuddled into her young neighbour’s broad chest. They started to sway and shuffle to Ronstadt’s tune. Oh god Rob felt so amazing. Ronnie made small cooing sounds to indicate, “I like this spot”. For Rob the feeling of Ronnie’s tiny body snuggled tightly into his chest made him swoon. The aroused young man closed his eyes. His sexy neighbour’s floral perfume wafted back to his nose. Ronnie snuggled in even closer. The intimate contact with Rob’s body whet her appetite for more. Pressing her hips forward the older woman felt Rob’s big thick bulging erection press into her hips. She grinned. The horny look on Veronica’s face was unobserved by Rob since she was pressing her face into his strong chest. The still wavering but very stimulated young Rob started to pull away as the song’s sweetness ended. But the next song was “Nobody” and it was even slower. The desirable woman holding him wouldn’t let him ...

... leave. “This feels so nice Rob. Just hold me. Let’s dance some more.” Veronica murmured the soft words into his chest. She was feeling so safe being held by his strong arms. Involuntarily the besotted boy stroked her shining blonde hair without even being conscious he was doing it. Rob’s agitated brain had floated off into some kind of erotic dream-state. Thoughts of the draft, of Vietnam, of death, were far, far, away. Ronnie snuggled against Rob’s chest and squeezed tightly with her arms. The sexy wife pressed her more delicate female body into Rob’s harder and huskier male body. The young man’s strong muscular arms squeezed firmly around her; feeling Ronnie pull tightly against him he sighed softly. Oh god the boy from next door didn’t want this moment to ever end. Ronnie emitted a half-whimpered and almost felt a tear come as a kind of profound joy swelled in her heart. “How long? How long?” She murmured silently to her self. When it happened, or exactly how it happened, it is unlikely either one of them could have told you had you asked. The hugging, the shuffling together, the warmth of their bodies, the romantic music, the floral perfume, his broad chest, her wet pussy, and his throbbing cock: it all coalesced into a moment of perfection. One of those moments you dream about and then in a fleeting second they come and are gone. They remain for us only as memories. If Ronnie smelled Diorissimo thirty years later, the scent would trigger an image of this moment instantly. ...